You sometimes even cycled somewhere just for pleasure (remember that word 'pleasure', it's important). You'd enjoy the sheer pleasure of cycling through the countryside - unhindered, free, at one with nature...the wind in your hair, the smell of manure in your nostrils...well, you get the idea. But not anymore.

Maybe it's that I'm writing this on three hours sleep after a midnight showing, or maybe it's that I have a hard time being objective about anything Star Wars but I think Rogue One: A Star Wars Story is probably the best thing that's happened in this all-round trash year.

I returned home and proudly showed my new P.J.s to my boyfriend, he gave me a blank smile. It turns out he is a Star Wars Virgin (how?) so I made him watch Star Wars and then fill out a questionnaire about it and my findings were interesting. So here goes...

At its heart, Star Wars is a spiritual story of one group who believes that the individual can seek and receive blessing from a benign force present everywhere, pitted against an authoritarian super-state which uses religion to control and coerce political uniformity.

We clearly want men to avoid the trap of becoming like Darth Vader, nor do we need them to strive to be Superman. I think men need to give themselves a break about being dad, find some middle ground and if their hearts are full of love for their family they will be good enough.

As the rest of the prequels were released I felt my love for Star Wars slipping. The Rebel Alliance tattoo on my shoulder began to feel, dare I say, a bit silly and I thought to myself, perhaps this is time to let childish things go, time to grow up.

The question I should have asked my daughter was "What fancy dress would you like to wear?". What I actually asked was "Would you like to wear your Darth Vader costume?". Halloween week at pre-school was an opportunity to enlighten her peers that I couldn't let slip by.